The Great Game has begun! Countless people are gathered from all around the universe to compete in it. Every person is given a race that they are supposed to manage, some luck out and some get the short end of the stick. Our MC thinks himself unlucky when he's given the race of "the Ork". But he could not be further from the truth...     ***NOTICE*** If you have the ability to read you should know that I'm not good at writing synopsises by now, but I hope you enjoy the story! Keep in mind that I may change some details every now and then, I will, of course, tell you guys about any changes I make.  This is kinda a Warhammer fanfiction, but you don't need to know of Warhammer to get this story. This is my first ever fiction, so if you find any grammar mistakes please tell me!